"You're jealous!" Rose couldn't believe it, her mouth quirking upward.
"I am not! But in cas eyou hadn't noticed, this is a police box. Police Public Call Box, not snog box." The Doctor folded his arms and turned to face Rose, his head torch still shining.
"We weren't - I kissed him. He kissed me! We weren't snogging!" Sometimes, the Doctor really got under her skin. "He is my boyfriend," she reminded him, crossing her arms.
"He's an Idiot," he muttered, closing the floor grate and putting the torch back into his pocket.
Rose stared at him. He was jealous. Of Mickey. Which meant... Rose's eyes widened. Slowly, she crept over to him. "Doctor," she began, when he suddenly bent down so that his passionate blue eyes were the same height as hers.
"Rose," he murmured softly leaning forward and kissing her. Rose, her body automatically responding, kissed him back. She pulled him closer and whispered his name. Their lips moved against each other, trying and failing to synchronize their movements, each exploring the other. His hands encircled her waist, hoisting her on top of the TARDIS console. And hers, gripping his shoulders, liking the way they stuck to his leather jacket, pulling him closer.
"I am not! But in cas eyou hadn't noticed, this is a police box. Police Public Call Box, not snog box." The Doctor folded his arms and turned to face Rose, his head torch still shining.
"We weren't - I kissed him. He kissed me! We weren't snogging!" Sometimes, the Doctor really got under her skin. "He is my boyfriend," she reminded him, crossing her arms.
"He's an Idiot," he muttered, closing the floor grate and putting the torch back into his pocket.
Rose stared at him. He was jealous. Of Mickey. Which meant... Rose's eyes widened. Slowly, she crept over to him. "Doctor," she began, when he suddenly bent down so that his passionate blue eyes were the same height as hers.
"Rose," he murmured softly leaning forward and kissing her. Rose, her body automatically responding, kissed him back. She pulled him closer and whispered his name. Their lips moved against each other, trying and failing to synchronize their movements, each exploring the other. His hands encircled her waist, hoisting her on top of the TARDIS console. And hers, gripping his shoulders, liking the way they stuck to his leather jacket, pulling him closer.